In my memory, it had been a long time since they had sat together and chatted quietly like this.
It seems that since he officially set foot in Zulong City, Fang Zheng has been shrouded in the shadow of the Dark Alliance and even the Desolate Man, forcing himself to practice all the time. In addition, the number of people on the Nine Meridians Peak has gradually increased.
This kind of silence when the two of them are alone makes me feel inexplicably nostalgic.
I talked a lot with Yun Zhiqing and Liu Qingyan about the spiritual energy recovery plane.
Seemingly knowing that Fang Zheng still had important things to do, Yun Zhiqing did not delay Fang Zheng for too long, and then let Fang Zheng do what he should do...
But before leaving, she hesitated for a while, took out a small bottle from her arms and handed it to Fang Zheng.
"Give."
Fang Zheng asked curiously: "What is this?"
He opened the bottle and took a sniff. The clear and fragrant fragrance hit his nostrils...it felt inexplicably familiar.
"nothing."
Seeing Fang Zheng's actions, Yun Zhiqing moved her head nervously and said: "You used a large amount of pills to help break through the late Dongxu stage. Although your strength has indeed been greatly improved, your foundation is not solid and your mood is unstable.
It's usually fine, but once the state of mind is greatly impacted, it may have an impact on the body. This stuff contains extremely strong spirituality. Remember to drink some of this the next time you practice. Don't worry, I still have it here.
It’s a lot, so don’t worry about running out.”
After finishing speaking, she paused and said: "You can also drink this when you feel that your mood fluctuates greatly. It should have a lot of benefits in solidifying the foundation. After drinking it, remember to tell me how the effect is. If it is good,
I'll get you some more."
"Okay, I know."
Fang Zheng nodded and put the bottle away.
He touched Liu Qingyan's long, silky hair next to her.
Liu Qingyan raised her head obediently and rubbed it in Fang Zheng's palm... She was very obedient and sensible.
The feel is also quite good.
Fang Zheng couldn't help but touch it for a while, and then said: "I'm going to the wilderness for a trip. I have something to say to Uncle Xuanji."
With that said, he grabbed two spirit-calling flowers from Jiumai Peak.
The Soul-Calling Flower is not allowed to be wasted, but Fang Zheng is obviously not among those to be wasted... Besides, he has something very important to tell Xuanji.
Leave Jiumai Peak and fly all the way to Yunlai Peak.
At this time, Yunlai Peak was already heavily guarded.
Although it is not a three-step post, or a five-step post, but with Fang Zheng's current formation skills, it can be seen that there are at least five detection formations and five protective formations around the different-dimensional cracks in Yunlai Peak.
Protection... usually remains invisible, but once it is turned on, it will take a lot of time to break in, even if you are as strong as a real monk.
Leaving a spirit-calling flower as a guide, Fang Zheng set foot in the wilderness.
Just as I entered, I couldn't help but my eyes lit up...
The former deserted palace was solemn, solemn, desolate and ancient.
The building has gone through at least ten thousand years at a glance, and now, the huge plaque with the words "Desolate Temple" has been removed.
What is left behind are the three characters of "Shushan School", with dragons and phoenixes dancing, which contains the meaning of publicity... Just looking at it makes me feel emotional, as if I can feel the agitated and endlessly energetic spirit of the person who wrote the pen.
Needless to say, Xuanji wrote it himself.
Around him, there were several disciples guarding the entrance, but all of them were injured and looked quite embarrassed.
Seeing Fang Zheng, these people hurriedly called him senior brother and stood up respectfully.
Although Fang Zheng started late, Shushan is not a place based on seniority. Strength is respected. Especially since Fang Zheng is still the senior brother of Jiumaifeng, and his strength has completely matched this status. In addition to other senior brothers and sisters of Eight Peaks,
When other disciples saw Fang Zheng, they probably had to call him "Senior Brother".
After questioning, Fang Zheng learned that although the Desolate Temple was destroyed, the Desolate people had never given up their ambition to take back the Desolate Temple and had always wanted to take it back.
But they are not ignorant people. They know that the monks are powerful, so they wait until all the monks turn back before coming to attack...
It's a pity that although the monks have left, the Shushan disciples have already arrived. Although their strength is far inferior to those of the monks in the real realm, they are also inferior to the five hundred monks who have gathered the best of the entire world of immortality.
But it is not comparable to these stragglers.
After several fierce battles, these desolate people naturally gained nothing... but after all, it was the first time they faced this type of opponent, and some careless monks among the monks were injured at the hands of the desolate people.
Fortunately, they all had body protection magic weapons, so they were not stained with their blood, only minor internal injuries.
Xuanji sent these wounded people to guard the entrance to the rift in another dimension and recuperate from their injuries, which was considered a waste.
It seems that everything is going in the direction Xuanji expected...
Fang Zheng hummed and took advantage of the situation to give several pills to these fellow disciples.
Provoking continuous gratitude from fellow sect members, you must know that in this world, if you practice for one more day, you can practice hard for several days in the sect... They simply don't want to waste a moment, if they are dragging their bodies with injuries.
There is no doubt that it will greatly reduce the efficiency of cultivation.
And after Fang Zheng slightly won over people's hearts.
So he went straight to find the mystery.
At this time, Xuanji was holding an ancient scroll of the Wild World in his hand and studying it carefully, and there were a pile of ancient books on the ground next to him. It seemed that he was learning about the history of the Wild World through the books.
Noticing Fang Zheng coming, he waved his hand and motioned for him to wait for a while.
Being trapped in the wilderness and unable to return seems to have no impact on Xuanji. Today, Xuanji is still wearing the same green Taoist robe, looking free and upright, like a middle-aged swordsman who is doing chivalry and justice.
Fang Zheng stood beside him quietly, watching him read through it.
After a long time... Xuanji put down the book and asked: "You came here specially, you must have something important to tell me, right?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said what he wanted to say.
"You mean, there will be more than 100,000 elite troops of Huang people returning to Huang Ye City soon?"
Xuanji paused while packing up the books, with a playful smile on his face, and said: "It's really interesting to say that. Well, your information is very useful, I understand."
"The master doesn't plan to recruit more disciples to help?"
Fang Zheng said: "Right now, there are only two hundred monk disciples in the wilderness, and those elites of the wilderness are extremely powerful, and there are many of them..."
"Outside the Desolate Palace, the formation has been set up, but we haven't started it yet."
Xuanji smiled and said: "In addition, I, the real person who transforms the gods, is here, which is double insurance. You have sent back the news in advance and made preparations in advance. If this still cannot stop the deserter's army of hundreds of thousands,
Then these two hundred disciples are really hopeless."
As he spoke, his face darkened.
Said: "You may not know that just yesterday, eight thousand desolate people attacked the mountain, and we were all wiped out at the foot of the mountain. However, the blood of the desolate people was poisonous. Although the monks were very careful, one person was still killed.
The blood was poisoning the living beings, and even I couldn't help them. I was really angry. These idiots were too self-righteous. I warned them repeatedly, but they still didn't take these desolate people seriously and had to sacrifice their lives.
Remember the lesson."
Fang Zheng thought to himself, I feel like this is completely the same, right?
It feels like from top to bottom in the entire Shu Mountain, no one, including you, looks down upon these Huang people... Even the Huang Emperor's final outburst was just in exchange for a good magic weapon from Uncle Tong Long.
He only praised magic weapons but not people. It was too obvious what he meant.
"It's time for them to have a real hard fight."
Xuanji sighed: "Although I am reluctant to give up, I have to force them to feel the pressure of death... This is the meaning of the existence of Lishu Mountain. It is very difficult for two hundred disciples to deal with more than 100,000 desert people, but because of their reluctance, they can
We need to let them do it. It's just about the desolate man's poisonous blood. We still have to find a way to solve it. Founder, later on, you can help me send a copy of the desolate man's poisonous blood back to you, Uncle Xue, and let him find a way to develop a solution.
Here comes the medicine."
"I see."
"By the way, how is Ah Xin doing these days?"
That's it for the hundreds of thousands of desolate people.
For Xuanji, it seems that the matter of his precious disciple is more important to him... As for the hundreds of thousands of Huangren, they are just tools used to train the disciples. No matter how strong they are, they are just tools, so don't take it seriously.